On March 11th, the Wizened of Oz, will turn 280. Actually, he will claim to be a mere 80. But we know that’s a crock of shit. I have it from AdScam spies within the News Corp Evil Empire, that the old fucker has one of those Dorian Grey style paintings in the attic. You know, the one that grows old instead of you. No one’s ever seen it, ‘cos you turn to stone if you look at it. Wendy tried to see it one time, but the Dirty Digger cut off her bedtime horse tranquillizer supplies for a week. That fucking cured her. You can read more about his evil succession plan in AdWeek, which has obviously decided to give up reporting on Advertising and just talk boring media shit.
And yes, you can send him greetings on MySpace!